Chapter 37
My Identities Were All Exposed After I Was Pampered by Everyone at My Grandfather's House!
The Drunken Qiao Jing
The ball went on as usual. Qiao Jing and Qiao Yue sat in a corner drinking. Occasionally, some women would notice them and try to chat them up, but they were all turned away.
Qiao Yueâs eyes were locked on Trand, while Qiao Jing was staring at Qiao Yue.
Qiao Yue suddenly regretted telling Qiao Jing about Trand. Although she could escape from Qiao Jing, she felt uncomfortable under his stare.
Turning her head, Qiao Yue said helplessly, âSecond brother, if you keep looking at me like that, I will think that youâve fallen in love with me.â
Qiao Jing didnât seem to hear what Qiao Yue said, his eyes still fixed on her face.
âSecond brother?â Qiao Yue called out again.
âYes...â Qiao Jingâs reply was slow, and his eyes gradually moved from Qiao Yueâs face to her lips.
Seeing Qiao Jingâs unusual behavior, Qiao Yue suddenly had an idea.
âSecond brother, are you drunk?â
âNo, Iâm not.â
Qiao Jing quickly answered this time but his eyes started to wander, looking left and right, but not at Qiao Yue.
She had never expected Qiao Jing to have such low alcohol tolerance. Did he never drink when he was doing business?
âSecond brother, youâre drunk. Let me help you get to bed.â
Yayi was Qiao Yueâs property. Even if the rooms were full tonight, Chu Jia would still keep her room.
Qiao Yue put down her wine glass to help Qiao Jing upstairs, but Qiao Jing dodged her.
âIâm not drunk.â
Qiao Jingâs eyes, which were usually filled with indifference, were now filled with tears as he stared straight at Qiao Yue.
Qiao Yue had no choice but to coax him in a child-like tone, âOkay, okay. Youâre not drunk. Iâm drunk. Can we go to bed, please?â
In all eighteen years of her life, this was the first time she had coaxed a drunkard.
âNo. You are leaving?â
Qiao Jingâs words made Qiao Yue freeze on the spot. The smile on her face disappeared. She didnât know how Qiao Jing figured that out.
âI wonât leave if you follow me upstairs.â
âReally?â
âYes.â
After much coaxing, Qiao Yue finally managed to get Qiao Jing upstairs. She told Chu Jia to contact her if anything happened.
In the room, the two of them looked at each other. Qiao Yue discovered that Qiao Jingâs drunken identity wasnât too bad. He would keep looking at you when heâs drunk, and he wouldnât speak unless spoken to.
If you asked him simple questions, he would answer you, but if the question was difficult or he was unwilling to answer, he would not say a word, just like now.
Qiao Yue asked Qiao Jing, âWhat do you think of me?â
Qiao Jing seemed to have thought for a while before he answered, âYouâre not a good person. You have too many secrets. I canât read you.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Qiao Yueâs mouth twitched for a good five seconds when she heard this. She seriously suspected that Qiao Jing used his alcohol courage to say what was in his heart.
âThen do you hate me?â
âNo.â
âWhy?â
âYou know how to be close with me.â
Qiao Yue was stunned. Qiao Jing said that she knew how to get close with him. Did he mean that she would give him massages or that she was not afraid of his cold face? He didnât hate her just because of this?
Qiao Yue got up and walked over to Qiao Jing. She bent down and looked Qiao Jing in the eye. Qiao Jingâs hazy eyes were filled with confusion, as if he didnât understand why Qiao Yue was so close to him.
Qiao Yue looked at him and suddenly broke into an evil smile. She reached out and pinched Qiao Jingâs cheek. The delicate and warm touch made Qiao Yue unable to let go.
âIâve wanted to do this since I gave you a massage. How can a person maintain the same expression all year round? Poker face? Facial muscles are dead?â
Qiao Yue said as she pinched his cheek. She looked like she was going to pounce on him to take a bite.
Qiao Jing didnât slap her hand away even after several pinches. He just frowned and complained about Qiao Yueâs evil behavior with a dissatisfied look.
âHow can a man have such good skin?â
Qiao Yue felt guilty under Qiao Jingâs stare and relaxed her grip, turning from pinching to touching. This was a rare opportunity, and if she didnât rub his face to her heartâs content, she would regret it.
Gradually, Qiao Yue realized that something was wrong. Why did it seem like she was getting closer and closer to Qiao Jing? And when did he place his hands at the small of her back?
âYou smell good.â
Qiao Jing leaned close to Qiao Yue and sniffed her neck. His hot breath on her skin made her feel very uncomfortable.
What did they smell on her? Did the people of the Qiao family all have dog noses?